Leaving Nothing Behind

I’m like a used cleaning rag Beaten down and torn My heart harden from the storm Like a beggar hungry and cold Lonely Longing to find someone to hold Knowing now while I’m growing old Broken pieces no longer have control The setting sun has no shine Falling stars from this empty space Leaving nothing behind, Gray and gloomily skies Traveling deep within the night The bitter winter breeze Blows the cold snow, deep into the trees Pushing them down upon me Standing looking to find the bright lights Blinding insight while the tunnel grows smaller tonight Written By Anita Everhart